Saturday, September 29, 2007

The Cold From Hell

I was really tempted to write a post for Bluepaintred last night that was only one word:

Dead.

But then my bed called me and I succumbed to its wonderful wonderfulness. I have heard that a cold must go through changes in order to run it's course. The only thing that has kept me sane through this - becuase I am a big baby when it comes to being ill - has bee that the cold seems to be going through a stage each day.

One would think there cannot be many more stages to go through. Can there.